Page 73 of One Bossy Date
Damn. Anders had kept his promise. He had, in fact, ruined me for all other men. But I’d keep that little tidbit to myself (well, except from Jim, of course).
With a groan, I rolled myself out of bed and wrapped a light robe around my still-naked body. Pussy sore and completelyruined, I padded into the kitchen to seek out coffee. I found Anders right next to the coffee pot, sipping from his own mug. My first thought was how outrageously sexy he looked in his dark blue suit. My fingers twitched, wanting to adjust his tie, even though it was immaculate. I could almost feel my hands sliding down his shirt, exploring the hard pecs that lay beneath.
Coffee. Ineedcaffeine.
“Morning,” I said sweetly, trying to avoid his gaze and reaching for a mug from the cabinet.
“Good morning. Did you sleep well?”
“I think so…can’t say I remember much.”
He looked directly at me. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”
I chuckled. “I remember what happened in your bed, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
“No worries here.” He smirked, taking a sip from his cup.
With my mug filled, I pivoted with a smile and headed back to my room to ready myself for the day.
* * *
At Purrfect Boutique, Jim stood cradling his throbbing head, complaining about how much he had to drink at his birthday bash yesterday.
“Uuuuurg. I’msotired, Zo.”
I patted his shoulder in commiseration. “After all those shots you had last night, I’m not surprised.”
“Hello? What should I have done? Did you see that guy buying me the shots? He was freakin’gorgeous.”
“Well, it was your birthday, so you’re excused.”
“Thanks, all right.”
“Did you end up leaving with him?”
“I sure did, honey.” Finally, a smile spread to his lips. “Why do you think I’m so tired? He kept me up all night doing the screwdriver. Yaas, girl, that man was atoe-curler.”
I let my head fall back in laughter.
“Zo, you lookjustas bad as I do. What didyouget up to last night? I don’t remember you having more than a cocktail or two.” Jim waggled his eyebrows playfully.
With a hangover, Jim wasn’t as enthusiastic as he’d normally be. By now, he’d typically have already asked me if I’d gotten my pussy ate or my clit licked. Instead, he stood with a hand over his eyes and leaned against the counter.
I considered how I should drop this bomb on him, and whether he would even appreciate my juicy news in his deplorable state.
“Um, well…first a soak in the hot tub, then I might have lost my bikini to the wind.”
He froze, dropping his hand slowly. “What…?”
“I have this vivid memory of sitting on Anders’s lap, naked as the day I was born.”
“No, get outta here,” Jim said, clearly unbelieving, and I started to smile. “Don’t even fuck with me today, Zoe. Are you for real?”
I grinned, nodding excitedly.
“You guys did it? Youfinallydid it? The dirty dance? The naked tango?”
I started to move my hips in a sultry dance. “Oh, yes, baby! We did!”